Before he had ran around, Garulia had used simple magic to coat the end of his staff with oil and putting flint in his teeth so it would make a spark.
Running up a tree, staff in hand, he did a flip backwards, hit his teeth together and blew hard, sending the huge amount of flame down and giving him a boost. "Yeah!" he shouted gleefully, to gasps from the crowd.
As he landed, using a smaller burst of flame to slow his fall, he through one sword in the air, holding another and through a single egg after it, then blew up a huge burst of flame. Suddenly a bowl was in his hand, and he caught the egg omlette which he had just created, catching the sword with the other.
He bowed deeply to huge cheers from his crowd. What was so amazing, though, was the only magic he used was getting the props-the rest had been all him. But he had had a lot of practice.
Eating the omlette, he through his props to the side.
"That's all for today! I didn't have much time to prepare, it's longer during a normal show."